I remember the day when I first touched you, you gave me bubbly, aching calluses. My hands went from soft and dainty to lifting-certified. I’d spend hour picking at my hand calluses -- this is when I knew, this was how my free time would look like as a lifter.

When I didn't want to bench press, you made sure the fear of being pinned by the weight will drive me to press harder. I learned humility when I was pinned by the weight from bench press, that I can expect to nobody to come to my rescue.

Barbell roll, anyone?

My dear barbell, when I first put you on my non-existing traps to squat, I looked a confused baby giraffe. But after a few years of practice, I learned that traps do indeed grow. Oh, and they grew.

You know what else grew?

Booty.

We spent time doing awesome things together. From high-bar squats, to the sexy barbell hip thrust. When I couldn't figure out the cable machines, you'd do that rusty smile from across the room, knowing that you will always be best thing I'd ever have.

Thank you bar-baby. We will be bros forever. <3

Personally, being pinned under the barbell on bench press was the best thing to ever happen to me. Made me realize how much I wanted to grow physically mentally. Also gave the haters a reason to hate me all over again lol. 👊🏽 brofist for all the bros out there.